He was right about that. She did find his sex appeal irresistible. But they had much more in common than the horizontal mambo.
They gawked at faux castle architecture and enjoyed dinner while watching a staged jousting match.
About halfway through their meal, Rebekah leaned close to
Eric and whispered, “Imagining you in shining armor has me feeling all sorts of damsel in distress.”
“Do you want me to take you back to the room and show you my lance?”
She laughed and slid a hand between his thighs. “Aye, my lord. But later. I’m having fun.”
He smiled at her and kissed her lips. “Me too.”
After dinner they left their hotel and wandered the Vegas Strip hand in hand.
“Why are you carrying that coat around?” Rebekah asked. “It’s not even chilly.”
“It’s for the Eiffel Tower,” he said, nodding at the brightly lit structure across the wide avenue from where they stood. “When we get there. No rush.”
“That explains nothing,” she said, but he wouldn’t reveal his plans to her no matter how much she pouted.
Distant cannon fire sent Eric racing up the sidewalk, dragging Rebekah behind him as he dogged other pedestrians like a slalom skier.
“Wait, I want to see the fountain,” Rebekah said as they dashed past the beautiful dancing sprays of water at the Bellagio.
“Later,” Eric promised as he continued to pull her forward. “If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss my favorite attraction.”
Still breathing hard from their sprint, they caught the last half of the pirate show at Treasure Island.
“All these pirates make me want to search beneath your clothes for buried treasure,” Eric whispered into her ear.
“Do you want me to take you back to the room and show you my treasure chest?” She twisted her shoulders from side to side to draw attention to her breasts.
He laughed and stared down at her cleavage. “Aye, matey. I’ll take a gander at your fine booty as well, love. But later. I’m having fun.”
As promised, they backtracked to watch the dancing, colorfully lit water fountain at the Bellagio.
“All this water makes me have to pee,” Rebekah said.
“Was that a come-on?” Eric asked, scratching his head as if perplexed.
“Not unless you want a golden shower.”
“Let’s cross at the end of the block,” he said. “You can stop in the restroom before we go up to the top of the Eiffel Tower.”
“And then you’ll tell me why you brought that leather trench coat?”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you.”
She left Eric in a shop in the lobby of the Paris hotel while she went to the restroom. When she returned, he’d bought her a keychain with a charm of the Eiffel Tower.
“When we head to Europe with the band next summer, we’ll have to visit the real Eiffel Tower in Paris,” he said. “After we visit a real castle, of course.”
“I’ve never been to Europe,” she said, thinking how much this man enriched her life. “I can’t wait to share the experience with you.”
He purchased two tickets for the elevator that would take them to the observation deck high above. “Put this on,” he said, holding up the trench coat so she could slip her arms into the stiff sleeves.
“Why? Is it cold up there?”
“No. I just want to give Sed a hard time.” Eric grinned.
“Sed? Is he here?”
“You’ve seen his sex tape with Jessica, right?”
Of course she’d seen it. Most of the free world had seen it.
Rebekah’s eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat. “We are not doing that, Eric.” First of all, there were people everywhere and second, she doubted she had Jessica’s bendiness or that Eric had Sed’s impressive upper body strength.
“Just pretend. I want to record it and send it to him for a laugh.”
“I doubt he’ll think it’s funny.”
“Well, I’ll think it’s funny. Whose side are you on?”
She considered Sed her boss. Yeah, he was merely the vocalist of the band, not the entire band, but he always called the shots and the rest of the band followed his lead. So if she got on his bad side, he might find an excuse to find a new soundboard operator.
“Please, Rebekah,” Eric said, making begging motions with his clasped hands.
“Fine, but if I get fired over this…”
“You won’t get fired.”
“Or arrested,” she added.
“Now that, I can’t guarantee.”
The view from the observation deck was breathtaking. The strip was lit up in all its neon glory, and the unusual shapes of the casinos—castles, pyramids, cityscapes, and even the tall spire at the far end of the strip—gave Rebekah plenty to gawk at. Eric sighted a likely victim to record their antics and went to pester him.
“Are you sure Lionheart won’t be pissed?” asked the guy wearing a Sinners T-shirt.
“He’ll think it’s hilarious,” Eric assured him as he set up his phone to record.
Rebekah wasn’t so sure, but she played along, calling out, “Jessica, oh Jessica,” in a deep voice while she thrust her hips against Eric, who was doing his best to lean backwards to hold onto the fence behind him and answer her in a falsetto. “Oh yes, Sed. Do me, baby. I don’t care who’s recording this. I’m oblivious to my surroundings when you’re giving me dick.”
Even though their little show lasted only a minute or two, they accumulated quite a few gawkers who thought they were hilarious even while a few conservative types shook their heads in disapproval and gave them a wide berth. When Eric was satisfied with their mock sex scene, he signaled his cameraman to stop recording and then went to watch the video, laughing with the congregated crowd.
“Perfect,” he complimented his assistant.
Rebekah shook her head and took off the coat. She hoped Jessica didn’t hate her for life for participating in Eric’s little prank. Even though the scandal had happened before Rebekah had met any of them, she knew Jessica had been devastated when the original video had gone public.
Rebekah folded the leather trench over one arm and gazed out at the fountain across the street. She watched the sprays of water dance and sway to the song blaring over the background road noise. After the crowd dissipated, Eric joined her.
“Are you mad?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. I just figured we came up here for some romance of our own, not to make fun of Sed and Jessica.”
“If you want, I can put on the coat and wrap my arms around you so I can feel you up with no one being the wiser.”
“The only part of that I really want is the wrap your arms around me portion,” she said.
He didn’t comment further, just stood close behind her, hugged her back against his chest, and rested his chin on the top of her head.
“The fountain looks cool from up here,” he said.
“It all looks surreal from a distance.”
Eric’s phone started ringing. “Sorry,” he said. “I forgot to shut it off after I sent that video to Sed.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “Speak of the devil,” he said with a laugh. “Do you care if I take this?”
She kind of did. Their honeymoon was supposed to be about the two of them, not about anyone back home. But she shrugged and Eric answered the call.
She could hear the angry tone of Sed’s voice, but not his actual words as he growled at Eric.
“Learn to take a joke, dude,” Eric said into his phone. “It’s funny. Did you show it to Jessica?”
More cross words came from Sed’s end of the line.
“She’d think it was funny.”
Rebekah took the phone out of Eric’s hand and held it to her ear, catching the tail end of what Sed was saying.
“…still very sensitive about it.”
“Sed, this is Rebekah. I want to apologize for my part in that video. I shouldn’t have let Eric talk me into it.”
“Oh, hey, Rebekah. You did a good job on my voice.”
Stunned, her gaze darted up to meet Eric’s. “I did?”